Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.